Lyrics Skank on Me - Jammer

Skank on Me

Bank on me
Man didn’t wanna bank on me
I remember back in the day
Dem man were rich, now they turned tramp on me
If I die, man better pour champs on my grave
Bun zoots and skank on me
Can’t ever say man’s not G
Tryna spread love like man’s on E
I was in the fast lane, man gon' pree
Man can’t ever say that I ain’t been through fuckery
Trust me, it can get ugly
My own best friend pulled a shank on me
Own family put their hands on me
I told A that the plan’s gone B
I was at rock bottom when I met Aston
That’s when he put the bags on me
I was broke, wearing the rags on me
Fast-forward, I’ve got the tags on me
Leaving the rave, bare bags on me
Cross the road, see couple fans that couldn’t get home
Told dem man «the cab’s on me»
Back to the studio cuh the lab’s not free
(Trust me)
Boy Better Know my Gs clocked the game
Feds tried put my face in the frame
Tried lock man but man’s not detained
I told them that it’s not the same
Chopping up clothes, nah, it’s not the 'caine
I told them that it’s not the way
Like AJ Tracey, I come from the lane
Come from the struggle, come from the pain
Come from the thunder, come from the rain
I had links and I broke the chain
I told them that it’s not the same
Man wanna look in the mirror
And still wanna die because they ain’t changed
I’m in the studio with Daniel
Smoking, tryna get vibes in my brain
Same vibe that I felt when I met Kane
Before the girls dem, before the fame
Before the Rolex, before the chain
Before the managers, before the labels
Before the agents, before the game
Lionel told me
«These pussyholes can’t look in your face»
I was in the basement building a foundation
I was out here building a base
Way before them man had big face
Way before Ryder said «slu waste»
My teacher could never teach me
My teacher told me that I’ll be a waste
This year, I went so many countries with a backpack
Didn’t roll with a suitcase